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Chapter 7 - Square Peg vs. Round Hole

Tuesday Shego brought magazines to read in the time when she should have prepared for International Law and Criminal Justice.

Mr. Kim continued to irritate her by calling her Ms. Gosh, but had her work with other students during class time. "Reconsidered my offer?" he asked as class ended.

"No way,"

"Fight you for it? I take you two falls out of three and you consider it?"

"Um, tell you what. I may consider that - for tomorrow." She wanted to know how good he really was and figured he would fight seriously under those conditions. Beside, even if he won the answer was still no. She would simply consider it - not agree to work as his assistant.

"This place is worse than high school for cliques," Shego complained as she sat with some of her cohort at lunch.

In Criminal Justice the student she had annoyed the day before, Langston, changed desks to avoid her. She moved to stay close. The green woman didn't plan to pay attention in class and needed some way to keep herself entertained.

--

Shego waited in the lobby, but no Kim appeared.

"Is it possible to page an agent?" she finally asked a receptionist.

"His name?"

"Her name, Kim Possible."

The woman checked her computer terminal. "Agent Possible went on a mission… Did she leave a note for you in your mail box?"

"Mail box?"

"Were you paying attention at recruit orientation?"

Shego felt torn between frying the woman for irritating her or being grateful she was actually not identified. "I missed orientation."

The woman pointed to a door, "Down there, second… or is it third, door on the left."

Kim had left the car keys in the mail cubby with a note "Mission. Hope to be home tomorrow. Kim."

"Be nice if she signed it, 'Love, Kim'," Shego thought.

They hadn't been living together for a week, and Shego missed Kim. This was insanity. It was weakness. She needed to leave while she had her dignity left. She hoped Kim wasn't hurt on the mission. She made a grilled cheese sandwich and ate that, and an apple, for supper. She went into the bedroom, got Kim's pillow off the bed, and hugged it tightly as she watched television. The pillow smelled of Kim's herbal shampoo. Shego woke up on the couch in the morning, the television on the background and still holding tightly onto the pillow. "I got to get out of here. Need to screw someone else before Kim completely screws up my head."

Wednesday Shego went through the motions at Global Justice in a foul mood, unsure if she was angry with Kim for being gone, having her strings pulled by Betty Director in being here in the first place, or angry with herself for the weakness of being so fixated on Kim. The high point of the day was her sparring match with Mr. Kim.

She thought the stocky Korean had some fat on him, but decided it was all muscle after he easily threw her twenty feet. The green woman rolled to her feet and returned to the fight, "How strong are you?"

He grinned, "I bench press one hundred fifty kilos."

"Give it to me in American."

"Uh, around three hundred and twenty-five dollars."

"Dollars?"

"Dollars, pounds, euros… Whatever you use. You need to join the rest of the world and go metric."

They split the first two falls and didn't have time for the third.

A tired looking Kim waited for Shego in the lobby. "Honey, I'm home. What's for dinner?" Kim asked.

Shego responded in a whiney voice, "What did you bring me? What did you bring me?"

Kim started to smile, and then look startled.

"You okay?" Shego asked.

"Something weird just happened."

"You okay? You didn't drink the water wherever you went, did you?"

"Really weird."

"What?"

"Really, really, weird."

"Kim, don't make me hurt you. What's weird?"

"No, you'll laugh."

"I won't laugh."

"If I tell you, you will laugh."

"Swear to God, Princess, you're worse than Dr. D. Tell me what was weird."

"When you came out here, I thought it was good to see you. Me, thinking it was good to see you. Weird, huh?"

Shego laughed, "Afraid I'd run off and rob a bank while you were gone?"

"You promised not to laugh," Kim pouted. "No, I was just happy to see you. For years you were the last person I wanted to see…" Kim's voice got a little softer, and more thoughtful. "And just now, it felt good to see you."

Shego smiled, "Good to see you too, Princess. But I'm serious - what did you bring me?" She offered Kim her arm and the two strolled out of Global Justice headquarters arm-in-arm.

Back in the apartment Kim pulled on a nightshirt while Shego cooked dinner. It was strange to see Shego working in her… their kitchen, and yet Kim found herself grinning like an idiot as she told the older woman about her mission. So strange to have the green woman there, and yet it felt so good.

--

"And it was weird to be out on a mission after being in jail last week," Kim murmured as they stretched out on the couch in front of the television, "good too."

"Weird and good?"

"I wasn't sure they trusted me."

Shego sighed, "Betty has you figured out."

"What do you mean?"

"She thought you were so gung-ho for the forces of good that you'd get right back into uniform even after the shit she pulled on you."

"I believe in the work Global Justice does."

"Yeah, that's what I mean. Betty knew that. Knew you hadn't done anything wrong. And knew you'd keep working there. You're still naïve. I got over that at seventeen."

"I still want to see justice."

"Even after that?" Shego sighed. "That wasn't justice."

"Why did she do it? Was it really to make you surrender?"

"Yeah, near as I can tell."

"So, it sounds like she has you figured out too."

"Does not," Shego insisted. "Okay, I turned myself in, but she doesn't have me figured out."

"Really? why not?"

"I dunno… I hope I worry her. I don't think she'll move against Drakken any time soon - too afraid I'll come to his defense. Besides, Doc's latest isn't all that dangerous I--"

"I don't want to hear about him. But you told me what Dr. Director thought about me. What did she think you would do?"

"She seemed to think I'd do anything to stay with you."

"Well, you are here with me now."

"So?"

"Would you do anything for me? Climb the highest mountain - swim the deepest ocean?"

"I might get you a soda from the fridge, if you ask real nice."

"No, seriously - that was really what she thought about you?"

"Yep, that I cared so much for you my brain had been put on hold."

"Shego… You are here… How much do you like me?"

The green woman remained silent for a minute, not certain how much she should admit. "I'm not sure… I must like you or I wouldn't be here. You're right we need to know each other a little better. This is sort of an adjustment period for us."

"Right, figuring out how we get along together."

"I figure you'll yell at me for leaving the cap off the toothpaste - or I'll start a fight with you for leaving the toilet seat up."

Kim giggled, "So - we're on our honeymoon?"

"Say what?"

"Isn't the honeymoon where a couple start learning how to live with each other?"

"Nah, a honeymoon is when they have lots of wild sex. We've been neutered for the month, remember?"

Kim turned in early, exhausted from her mission, and she went to sleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

Shego gazed at the sleeping woman before crawling into bed herself. "Honeymoon? What a crazy idea." For some odd reason the crazy idea made her smile as she fell asleep.

--

On Thursday Mr. Kim didn't leave any time for the sparring match with Shego at the end of the period. They had each found the other a tougher opponent than they had expected.

Shego found a note in her mail box at the end of the day, asking her to see Betty Director before her first class on Friday.

Dr. Director's office assistant - there were no secretaries at Global Justice - waved Shego towards her office in the morning, "She's expecting you."

Betty Director looked up and shook her head sadly, "Come in." She gestured to a chair and offered, "Sit down." Dr Director closed her eyes for a moment before speaking. "I hoped getting you into the Global Justice program would make things easier for me."

"There was a stupid idea."

"It made sense at the time." She found a manila folder and looked at the top page. "Ms Feinkelder calls you grossly insubordinate and disruptive in her criminal justice class."

Shego shrugged, "What can I say? It's this gift I have."

"She says your treatment of Mr. Robeson borders on harassment."

"Langston? The man needs to loosen up. He makes Kim look like a standup comic. Come on, you already have one Will Du here. Ask yourself, seriously, do you need another?"

Betty closed the folder and dropped it on the desk. "You need to straighten up in that class."

"Oooh, what you going to do to me? Threaten me with detention?"

"What is your problem? Kim not giving you any at home? Look, I've got a request from Mr. Kim. He wants you as a teaching assistant. That is an unusual request, but not impossible. But I can't have you showing disrespect to an instructor if you are going to assist in another class. You've got to clean up your act if you want the position."

"I don't particularly want to be anybody's assistant--"

"Like Drakken?"

Shego bristled, "We were more like partners. And he paid well. Did Mr. Kim give you my terms for work? I figure that should keep me from becoming an instructor."

"Assistant. You would not be an instructor. Normally, your security request would have guaranteed you weren't considered." Betty opened a desk drawer. "Mr. Kim makes a very good case for the potential loss of an agent if he or she isn't trained properly. While I don't like you--"

"It's mutual."

Betty almost smiled as she took something from her drawer and tossed it to the green woman, "I really don't want to lose agents."

Shego looked at the new ID badge, proclaiming her security clearance as level three.

"Had to bend a few rules to do that--" Betty began.

"You've had a lot of practice," Shego muttered.

"And while it says three, don't press it. And remember - it gets yanked if you don't settle down for Ms. Feinkelder."

"And shouldn't I get a different uniform?"

"You will not get a faculty uniform while you are in recruit training."

"I need something different because I'm assistant faculty."

"We'll design something just for you. Maybe add some stripes to the sleeves of your recruit uniform."

"I want something just for me - something in green and black."

"Don't push it, Shego."

"How about I wear my own green and black outfit while your designers worry about something to make me feel 'special'?"

"Will you pay attention in Criminal Justice?"

"Will you settle for me shutting up and looking bored?"

--

Mr. Kim caught Shego as she left Dr. Director's office. "I hear I got an assistant."

Shego doubted she had a legitimate level three security, but her ID badge still proclaimed her ahead of the other recruits. She wasn't sure whether to be pleased or if she had been tricked into helping with the class. She responded by acting bored. "Yeah, you got an assistant."

"Can I see the ID?"

She turned and he stared at her chest for a minute, "Nice," he commented.

"Why do I have the feeling you aren't looking at my ID badge?"

"Do you read minds?"

"If I could read minds I'd punch you in the nose."

"If you could read minds you'd be hitting me with a club. Oh, and you can now call me Carl."

"Carl?"

"Yes."

"I wasn't going to ask a question. Wait, yes I was. Someone told me your name was Jung Hee."

"It is."

"And you said I should call you Carl?"

"Carl. Carl Jung."

"Carl Jung?"

"Swiss psychoanalyst. My frat brothers gave it to me."

"The more I'm around this place the saner Drakken seems to me."

Shego grumbled as she told Kim of the bother of working with recruits. But Kim seemed to take an excessive amount of pleasure in hearing the news. While Shego felt certain Kim read too much into the work - the fact it gave Kim pleasure to hear about it gave Shego pleasure in telling her about it.

Kim decided the two of them needed to do something to celebrate.